Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.